October cleaning

I sweep shadows. A small galaxy of dust spins overhead as spiders skitter across the concrete. They’re sketched from pencil and fade into invisibility. It’s easier to spot their shadows than their corporeal selves. And I marvel at the air around my feet, which flickers, not from waning sunlight, but from their frightened dance.

3 responses to “October cleaning”

Beautiful, Rachael.
I read recently from Terry Tempest’s book, When Women Were Birds, that because stars disintegrate when they fall into our atmosphere, we breathe stardust. You really are sweeping up a small galaxy- and the spiders know it.